Chapter 92

Stella sighed and reluctantly dialed Haynes' number again.

"Ring, ring, ring..." No answer.

Before long, the call ended on its own, timing out in silence.

The two receptionists exchanged a look, their expressions growing more disdainful, as if Stella were something unpleasant they had to deal with.

One of them glanced at Stella's striking face, a flicker of envy crossing her eyes, and spoke with a sarcastic edge. "It's laughable, really. Mrs. O'Brien herself can't even get through to Mr. O'Brien... Do you think we're fools?"

"Yeah, since when did every Tom, Dick, and Harry think they could just waltz in to see Mr. O'Brien? Gold diggers these days hit new lows," chimed in the other, her voice dripping with contempt.

"I've seen plenty of women who think a pretty face is all it takes to snag Mr. O'Brien, but none quite so bold as to pretend they're Mrs. O'Brien," she added, just loud enough for Stella to hear.

five years of marriage to Haynes,

the office today?" Stella asked, trying to keep her voice

"Company policy forbids disclosing Mr. O'Brien's whereabouts

sneered, "Aren't you supposed to be Mrs. O'Brien? Shouldn't you know if your husband's in

eyes on her, Stella turned and walked over to the waiting

convinced that Stella was just another woman with ulterior motives towards

should just leave. Mr. O'Brien won't

like you just ruin the

you don't leave, I'll

"Get out of here!"

it slide, respecting that they were just doing their jobs. But their

defensive hostility. Haynes was even more

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